As much as it pains him to say it, or even think it, Stiles is right!
He's an Alpha, but he literally can't read his mind. As he showers he realises he's getting paranoid. Mason's smelled of Liam, and Lydia, and Brett. He's pretty much smelled like everyone except for him and he wants to know if there's any thing he needs to be worry about. "Any advice?" He asks Derek as he shut his front door and checks it's locked.
"Trust your instincts. Focus. You don't need advice" Derek promised.
"I...kinda do!" He knocks on Mason's door armed with random new horror films and navy jeans that he was pretty sure made Mase drool once. He knocks on the door with faux confidence.
"Hey man!" Mason nods. He looks great, but Scott is still puzzled by the awkwardness infecting them.
"Hey you!"
"Sorry Scott I've got a family thing. Uncles, cousins are over and it's kinda hectic! I'll see you tomorrow, bye!"
"Sure!" Scott puts one hand in his pocket, about to turn away, when he stops and pauses for a second. A second is all he needs. His eyes glow with stress, but he shakes the redness away and calms himself down. He can't scare him. After Mexico, he probably still had Beserker nightmares. He had to see it from his point of view. "Wait!"
"Yeeeah?"
"Before you get back to all your family, I just want to ask you why?"
"Why what?" Mason taps his own arm.
"Mase why are you lying to me all the time?"
"All the time, Scott...that's too intense, even for me! I'm not..."
"Your Iphone is on the stairs, either it's your old one that looked new, or it's been fixed. You never had a flip-phone, did you? Liam rarely talks about you when I'm around, why is that?"
"Scott, I've got a packed house so..."
"Really, so you'll introduce me then?" Scott stared through the doorframe, while Mason firmly tries to block supernatural eye-sight.
"Maybe some other time, screaming kids and everything..."
"Mase cut the crap, it's an empty house. The crying is literally the tiger king playing on netflix. You really think I'm a total idiot? Who do you want? Brett? Theo? This...Casey dude that I met earlier?"
"It's Corey. Scott he's got a hot boyfriend and I've never really been the home-wrecker type" Mason laughs, opening the door a creak wider.
"But you're a heart breaker type for sure!" Scott bites his tongue and wraps his right hand against the back of his own neck. Why did he say that? "If you wanted to dump me after Mexico, you should have the guts to say it to my face! Just...say it" He pleads.
"No!...That's not what I've...come in" Mason offers, his warm hand extended like a human olive branch.